Mrs Kaminski hugs the purple, sequinned cushion she’s just had to buy back from the charity shop. Her interfering bus driver daughter had donated it.
She spots the 52 on its way down North Road.
In the middle of the zebra crossing she lies down, cushion positioned under her head.
Tricia is a high priestess of micro-fiction.
Amazing! So much happening here. I’m so sad for Mrs. Kaminski.
Thank you :)
Oh I love this! I laughed because I once took a pair of my wife’s (newish) shoes to a charity shop. I hooted at the end of this story though. Genius. Thank you Tricia, you’ve brightened up a dreary day
Thanks, David, your comment brightened my day :)
What a story. It’s all there. Thanks.
Thank you :)
Wow! Great story. Mrs. Kaminski gets her way in the end.